A Little Glass Bottle

Indie OC Blog Tw: Drug Use

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“---Aw, c’mon! It’s not that big of a deal. I mean, worse has happened in the world, ‘n this is barely anything at all! Don’t get so pissy over trivial stuff.”

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---( There we go! Now, things are a little more properly set up imo. Also, look at Archy’s new avatar! I drew it. <3 )

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                              YOU ARE A BOTTLED STAR

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(( You know what? I’m gonna revamp this blog a little bit. Change some stuff around. I’ve been working on Archelaus over on Toyhou.se, and I’d be more comfortable just revamping this blog. ))

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“Hello, everyone! Man, how long has it been? Not too long, I hope. I’m pretty sure ya missed me, right? Right?”

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(( For anyone who doesn’t know, and I’m guessing a lot of you probably don’t, I lost the log in for this account and have been trying to remember it for so fucking long. Also, I graduated from high school, and I applied for some jobs. ))

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(( I FINALLY FOUND MY LOG IN MOM HOLY FUCK ))

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headcanon: Archelaus absolutely, 100%, hates being called Arkie (R-key) because that's what Abigail used to call him.

(( sTOP STOP STOP S T O P ))

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Once, the girl's eyes sparkled with various flares of emotions despite an almost constant stoic face. How did the officiers of Vague not realize she was unlike the others remained uncleared. However, at this very moment (I'm the aftermath of hidden tears), the fire in her caramel iris began to exhaust to ashes. Though it'll only return as a phoneix in awhile, Elizabeth turned as deadpan as the normal citizen of Vague (but only of depressive shutdowns). And all because of HIM so close to her.

Head down. 

Eyes cast to the ground. 

Hood up.

Suspicion levels must be kept to a minimum in Vague. No one can know who you really are or what you’re actually doing. No one can know your private life, lest they tattle on you to the regulators and kill your social standing in a heartbeat.

Saffron eyes dart back and forth, watching, waiting, judging. Can’t help but be a little bit… paranoid in a dystopian society that hides under the guise of an equal and just community, especially when you’re running an illegal drug ring in said society.

Dealing with such grim conditions can be destructive to one’s health. Such destructive dealings are only made worse when dealing all alone.

But, of course, Archelaus is not alone in this front. He has a nice, new little companion. How she managed to last this long without being caught for having emotions was a mystery to him, but it was a welcomed folly. A fuck-up on the law’s end that brought him closer to someone whom he could now consider, possibly, a sibling.

If only they could stop clawing at each other’s throats every hour, on the hour.

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    The smile doesn’t leave,

       but it does falter.

     He’s scared, shaking, but      there’s some sort of -      relieving familiarity in this.      And it sickens Riley, as he      knows exactly why.

                       The system used him.                        Just like this. 

         His mind considers this - HELPING.

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      he laughs quietly, nervousness       showing as he looks up to the       man. Jacob is terrified - and wanting to front.       But - it’s dangerous to act.

                      So he takes words instead.

            “ you’re brilliantly keen,                       i suppose.

            Most of this is accurate. ”

The fact that Archelaus didn’t actually feel such things towards the alter (minus a little annoyance and distaste for his previous actions, like parading around as his friend) caused what he didn’t understand at the time as extreme emotional discomfort, or even emotional turmoil. What was he supposed to do with this? He didn’t exactly understand it. It wasn’t like when Abigail died. It wasn’t like something was missing. This was... This was...

Rage.

The name for it was rage. Rage at what, though? Himself? Self-pity? Self... hatred? Had he actually taken those names to heart? All of those petty insults screamed at him on the streets whenever he’d barely escaped with his life from the hands of brutal regulators and fascists? Was this even about his friend anymore? Did he even care? What, was he supposed to stand here and use this--this impostor--as a verbal punching bag? That’s not how the drug dealer was raised to function. Then again, he never was actually raised to function. He and Abigail only ever had to deal with an emotional mother in an unemotional world. They never had emotional luggage--or rather, Archelaus had never had emotional luggage. Abby was too young to get the vaccine. Was this the type of shit she had to go through? ...Maybe she was better off dead.

“...”

There was brief silence. Archelaus’s hands had made their way to his face, cupping it and hiding everything away. His anger, his hurt. Until, eventually, the silence broke. Yes, inevitably, it shattered at the sound of the quivering merchant’s voice, although it was barely above a whisper.

“Get the fuck out of here, ‘ya stupid ghoul.”

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Character Flaws && Strengths | 001

↳ Bold what applies to your muse!

╳ Flaws

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky

♔ Strengths

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm

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      That earns a laugh, shoulders shaking       as Riley actually l a u g h e d, hugging        his middle.

             “ W o w ! You REALLY HAVE NO IDEA.                  You killing me - us - would be a                  FUCKING GODSEND. “

     This is all horribly amusing to him,      regaining his posture as he rubs      his eyes dry from the tears.

                            His voice is shaking,                              ever so slightly.

                  “ call me a parasite again,                      I just L O V E being one.”

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“--P a r a s i t e .”

“--Leech, bloodsucker, good-for-nothing, passenger, bottom feeder, freeloader, mooch, sponger, scrounger--”

All throughout the name calling, Archelaus is getting closer and closer to his new enemy, hands balled tightly into fists, teeth catching onto the sides of his tongue in a nervous fit. This continues on until, finally, he stops dead in the man’s face with a sickeningly “polite” smile tugging the ends of his lips upward.

“Mistake.”

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(( tfw: you can’t tell if your muse is actually in a bad mood or if they’re just being hurtful for the fun of it. ))

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       “ oooh~. thank you.           it’s still nothin’ new,          i was expecting you           to hate me the second           i stopped being Jacob. “

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“Ah, but the catch is, my dearest victim...

                                  You were never Jacob to begin with.”

--And that makes hurting you a lot easier for me.

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venenummulier

 I have survived, but I have not been spared.

“Tell me something I didn’t know, will ya?”

“--Okay. Did you know that I hate you?”

“My civility is put forth more-so because I just don’t want to kill you right now.”

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 Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

//Damn it, why did you have to do that?

(( Gotta make you suffer once a day~! <3 ))

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Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

“I’d consider having my head too open and letting my brain flop out of it to be better than closing one’s head so tightly that they’re stuck with their own disturbing, torturous thoughts all the time, alcoholic.”